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*It's been awhile since I've thought of you, but I suppose that's because I don't allow myself to think of you anymore. I don't remember the day I stopped breathing, It's been so long. Guilt was a stranger on my doorstep and he sunk his cold hands deep in the pit of my heart;  An abyss he consumed from fall, an abyss that still hangs in his mouth. Sorrow has him famished. Your bones had bested me into the shambles of reason. I could not help that your ivory soul stood in my reckless wake, nor that my fingers craved more than the garden that was your skin. I should have known my tongue had diseased your mind with unkept promises. "You sad soul," the bathroom mirror hissed whenever I swallowed those pills.  The door is all but welcoming, and I stand praying for comfort within the grain. A regular reservation I had on my rooftop with Guilt served most of my years. We basked under that sea of stars.  I watched one night as he coaxed a few into a glass jar.   It cowers on my desk still.*
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Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 2:05 AM UTC
Innocence.
*It's been awhile since I've thought of you, but I suppose that's because I don't allow myself to think of you anymore. I don't remember the day I stopped breathing, It's been so long. Guilt was a stranger on my doorstep and he sunk his cold hands deep in the pit of my heart;  An abyss he consumed from fall, an abyss that still hangs in his mouth. Sorrow has him famished. Your bones had bested me into the shambles of reason. I could not help that your ivory soul stood in my reckless wake, nor that my fingers craved more than the garden that was your skin. I should have known my tongue had diseased your mind with unkept promises. "You sad soul," the bathroom mirror hissed whenever I swallowed those pills.  The door is all but welcoming, and I stand praying for comfort within the grain. A regular reservation I had on my rooftop with Guilt served most of my years. We basked under that sea of stars.  I watched one night as he coaxed a few into a glass jar.   It cowers on my desk still.*
"I have no need for redemption." A misled constellation of regret.
lycanthethrope
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Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 2:05 AM UTC
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